Good evening, children. It's Granny Madduff, ready with a story. So make yourselves comfy, and I'll begin.

Once upon a time, a fox and a cat crossed paths in the forest. The cat was quite starstruck.

The fox was famous in these parts.

He was held in very high esteem.

All the animals of the forest thought the fox graceful and cunning,

the cleverest of them all. The cat went right up to the fox and cunning, the cleverest of them all.

The cat went right up to the fox and said,

Good day, Mr. Fox. How goes it?

She asked so sweetly, but it did not matter.

The fox, knowing how famous he was, was full of arrogance.

He looked over the cat from head to toe.

He was making up his mind whether he wanted to speak to the little cat.

Then finally, he said,

You little mouse hunter, whisker cleaner, how wretched you are.

Who are you to ask how I am?

What do you know about anything?

You have probably learned nothing.

How many arts do you know?

I know just one.

The cat replied.

Which art then? Let's have it.

The fox demanded.

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